Long story short, I am no longer married to the ridiculous idea that I am some sort of cow/bull whisperer. What started as an innocent trip to the Longhorn pasture in hopes of catching some great images on a foggy afternoon ended with a new respect for these larger than life animals.
I don’t have an up close picture of the BIG black bull because by the time he was up close I was fully aware that he didn’t take too kindly to me or my camera, but you can see him looking all small and weak here in the first shot and walking away with his posse feeling all victorious in the last shot after he ran me out of “HIS” pasture.
The most amazing thing about this afternoon was that my fellow trespasser was encouraging me to go back inside the fence because the big black bull-y was just wanting to “play” with me. Thank goodness I have 3 full years of “farm-girl in training” experience under my belt and quick access to Google which let me know that a hard staring, wrinkled nose, head shaking, growling, snot blowing, pawing at the ground bull is not exactly wanting a play date with either me or my camera.
In all honesty, I LOVE the longhorns and I hope to get a chance to go back to this pasture really soon, but next time I am taking the farmer with me and possibly a great pair of running shoes.
AND, if you would like to see the enormous size of the big bull, please feel free to check out my Instagram feed (@tricialee). There is a shot on there that I bravely captured with my iPhone, once the big fella had shown me who was the real boss, from the safe side of the fence.
ENJOY!!!
i
am
dying!
please let me come photograph with you
i’ll be your best friend
i’ll bring food
or diet cokes
or something…
Yes, Paige! Please come…no bribery necessary…I would love to do it just because…BFFs forever!